Clementine wordt meestal toegeschreven aan Percy Montrose, maar soms aan Barker Bradford. Het zou in 1884 geschreven zijn. Het lied behandelt het verlies van een geliefde door verdrinking. Deze liefde is de dochter van een goudzoeker uit de goudrush naar Californië van 1849.
In a cavern, in a canyon,
Excavating for a mine,
Dwelt a miner forty niner,
And his daughter Clementine.
- Oh my darling, oh my darling,
- Oh my darling, Clementine!
- You were lost and gone forever,
- Dreadful sorry, Clementine.
Light she was and like a fairy,
And her shoes were number nine,
Herring boxes, without topses,
Sandals were for Clementine.
Drove she ducklings to the water
Ev'ry morning just at nine,
Stubbed her toe against a splinter,
Fell into the foaming brine.
Saw her lips above the water,
Blowing bubbles mighty fine,
But, alas, I was no swimmer,
So I lost my Clementine.
In a corner of the churchyard,
Where the myrtle boughs entwine,
Grow the roses and the posies,
Fertilized by Clementine.
Then the miner, forty-niner,
Soon began to peak and pine,
Thought he "oughter fine" his daughter,
Now he's with his Clementine.
In my dreams she still doth haunt me,
Robed in garments soaked in brine;
Though in life I used to hug her,
Now she's dead, I draw the line.
How I missed her, how I missed her,
How I missed my Clementine,
But I kissed her little sister,
And forgot my Clementine.